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oliver wood is more than meets the eye (rooteddeep) wrote in impetuousrpg,
@ 2011-11-12 13:25:00

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char: oliver wood, char: penelope clearwater

Who: Oliver and Penny
When: Saturday Afternoon
Where: Penny's House
What: Lunch
Rating: Low
Status: Incomplete

After ensuring that his mother was asleep and the mediwitch was able to take care of anything that might happen, Oliver changed into a pair of trousers and a black button down shirt. He grabbed his wool coat and pulled it on before walking out of the house. His feet took exactly three steps before Oliver turned around and stepped back into the house to grab the bottle of wine he'd purchased for Penny. Walking a bit, Oliver apparated to a point near Penny's house. He loved being outside and walking a few blocks in the cool London air was much better than Flooing into her home directly.

It was good to spend time outside of the house. Oliver had to remind himself of that. And as much as he loved spending time with Katie, he could never stop feeling like a rat bastard for not taking care of her when he had the chance. Penny, on the other hand, never made him feel like anything less than a good person. He needed that. Walking up to her door, Oliver knocked loudly. It'd be good to spend time with her again. There might have even been a little smile on Oliver's face as he heard someone walking towards the door.

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penny_please
2011-11-17 08:35 pm UTC (link)

Penny was relaxed. She'd taken the morning off work and after spending a few hours on paperwork, had been able to indulge herself in some tidying and cooking. Kyra wasn’t about and so she’d had the house to herself. Everything sparkled and there was the smell of lobster linguine filling the kitchen and lounge as she stretched out on the couch, reading her editors latest list of edits.

It was a fairly long list and she was itching to settle down and get them done when she heard Oliver’s knock. Her grin was instinctual; Oliver was a darling and she was so, so glad that he’d agreed to meet her for lunch and spend some time away from his mum. She worried about him, as she did for many of her friends but Oliver was especially worrisome; they’d literally grown up together, on the skirts of the same social group and his Scottish burr was as familiar as her own Cornish drawl.

Moving from the couch, she tucked her edits behind a cushion and went to open the door, moving forward to give him a quick hug. She’d always been a hugger and the closer she was to someone, the more physically affectionate she was. Oliver bore the brunt of it right now, especially given everything that he’d gone through. “Hey you,” she said in greeting, ushering him inside and offering to take his coat. “How are you? Hope you brought an appetite, I ah, I went a bit overboard on the cooking but its all healthy I swear. No danger of getting a pot-belly.”

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rooteddeep
2011-11-18 01:27 pm UTC (link)

Her cheek was warm against his as he hugged her and Oliver grinned, squeezing Penny extra tight for a second. "Hello yourself," he said and shrugged out of his coat after releasing Penny. He handed her the bottle of wine and looked around her house, shaking his head at how nice it was. Despite having a decent amount of money tucked away in his vault, Oliver lived a very simple life. He fully intended on staying in his childhood home for the rest of his life and didn't much care for (or understand) anything fancy. He was a simple bloke with fairly simple needs.

"It smells great," he said and shoved his hands into his pockets. Oliver wasn't exactly graceful on the ground and he was a bit worried that he'd knock something of value over. "Can I help with anything? Sing for my supper, as it were?"

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penny_please
2011-11-19 01:38 pm UTC (link)

That was the thing about Oliver. He didn’t say much but sometimes his actions spoke more than a thousand words ever could. And, though she didn’t think she’d ever told the Scot, he gave the best hugs. Perhaps it was the sheer size of his muscles that did it or just the familiarity of him.

A quick glance down at the bottle and she grinned. “Trying to get me drunk Wood? I figured.” Penny had grown up in opulance, she didn’t really notice the flat any more save that it was comfortable and like all who had grown up with money, where money was easy she no longer noticed or thought about it. Like Oliver, she was simple with her needs when she thought about them.

“I don’t know. Do you sing?” Tilting her head, she gestured for him to join her in the kitchen which was where she was most comfortable. It was a wide open space which led out onto the expanse of greenery which Kyra was cultivating into something beautiful and there were plenty of seats available. It was a real hub and one of Penny’s favourite rooms. “More importantly, do you take requests?’ Fishing out the corkscrew from the drawer, Penny uncorked the bottle and left it to breathe. Two wineglasses sitting on the countertop ready to be poured. “I bet you’ve a lovely voice.”

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rooteddeep
2011-11-19 01:47 pm UTC (link)

Oliver followed her into the kitchen, feeling some of the weight on his shoulders fade away. Penny had the ability to take away his bad feelings while he was around her. Oliver didn't really know how to explain it beyond that. When Penny was around he felt better. "I only sing in pubs when I've had a few too many pints," he said. "I can promise you I don't have any hidden talents you don't know of. Only good at one thing and that's Quidditch."

"Mother tried to teach me the piano when I was younger, but I could never sit inside for long enough to learn anything. She use to say that she knew when I was six I was meant to spend my life outside." Oliver had a faint, wistful smile on his face for a moment. His mother was his best friend and losing her was going to be devastating. "She said hello, by the way."

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penny_please
2011-11-19 05:05 pm UTC (link)

Pennys face, hidden as it was as she stirred the pot of creamy sauce, smirked. Well now, that sounded like a challenge, didn’t it? And she was never one to back away from one of those, especially if it meant getting to hear what sort of fine baritone her friend had. “I bet you’ve got many hidden talents you’ve been hiding from me and,” as she passed him she bumped him gently with her hip. “Don’t put yourself down, you’ve so many fine talents aside from Quidditch, Oliver.” Penny just wished that he had a little more faith in himself, as she did.

“We all had lessons growing up. Mine mostly consisted of learning to sit properly and having oranges attached to my wrists so I got the proper procedure down pat but yeah, I never really got into piano playing. Much preferred spending time curled up in the library with a good book.” It took a moment to drain the pasta and pour on the lobster sauce to the linguine but the simple act made her hungry. Gods, she was famished. “How is she doing? I put aside some of the books and magazines she likes from the shop and keep meaning to drop them off.” As she put the plates on the kitchen table, comfortable enough with Oliver to be informal, she squeezed his shoulder lightly. “I am sorry Oliver but, you’ve got this time with her. And you know she loves you.”

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rooteddeep
2011-11-19 10:54 pm UTC (link)

"She's hanging on." What did you say to that? She was dying and there wasn't anything to be done. Worrying about it wasn't going to make it any easier on his mother so Oliver ignored everything he was feeling about it. "She's sleeping more than she use to and taking more pain potions. I don't think she'll make it to next year, honestly."

He smiled at her touch, reaching up to cover her slender hand with rough one. "Thanks," he said, looking at her for a long moment. Oliver felt an odd tug at his stomach and furrowed his brow, not entirely sure what it meant. Maybe he was just hungry. "This all smells amazing. When do I get to eat?"

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penny_please
2011-11-20 01:35 am UTC (link)

"Oh Oliver," Penny's voice broke slightly as she realised how bloody unfair it was that he was going through losing his mother alone and there was no one to help him. Penny knew how close he was to his mum and losing her must be breaking his heart but typically, he said nothing.

As his hand touched hers, Penny smiled softly. His hand was warm and rough and she was tempted to link their hands together and just touch him for a moment. "After you sing? If you don't want to sing then I guess you could gorge on this delicious not-so-very unhealthy pasta and then take me for a twirl around the kitchen?"

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rooteddeep
2011-11-20 02:09 am UTC (link)

"There isn't enough whiskey in the world to make me dance," he said with a chuckle. "Not even for a pretty lass like yourself." Oliver wasn't lying when he said he was a rubbish dancer. If his feet were on the ground there was a good chance he was tripping over them. The last thing he wanted to do was crush Penny's foot with his boot.

"I suppose women like that sort of thing? Dancing and being charming?" He wasn't a charming bloke. "Maybe that explains why I've never found myself a girl."

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penny_please
2011-11-23 01:15 am UTC (link)

"Not even if I.." Penny trailed off and looked at Oliver sharply. He thought she was pretty? Surely he was mistaken. She was just Penny to him. "If I said please?" she continued, hoping that she'd covered the slip in conversation as she took her seat opposite him, the plates sitting on the tables between them.

"Some do," she said as she pulled her glass of water towards her and took a sip. Glancing over the rim at him, she smiled gently. "Some do. But I know there are women out there who go for more than a twirl on the dance floor and a charming smile. And perhaps you've not found the right girl Oliver because you've been too busy with quidditch."

Penny leaned back against the chair and grinned at her friend. She'd bet he would have no difficulties getting a lovely girl, if thats what he wanted. "Would you like me to see if I know anyone who is looking for a charming, handsome, athletic man?"

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